BROWNSTONE

The brownstone building

rises high at the corner.

Cornucopia edges run to the

corners where fierce concrete

gargoyles with mottled teeth

repel invisible spirits.

 

Open windows welcome city air.

Curtains run ripples on the side.

Half pulled shades flutter.

Pigeons circle overhead, landing

noisily on the ledge.

 

The elderly gather in packs

on the steps. Children pass

in and out like sheep stirred by the

sound of their own gathering.

 

The front door opens to a foyer

of mailboxes, black and white tile

and a single light.

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